As always my stories feature characters who are all over the age of eighteen.
If this is the first story you have ever read of mine, then this is hopefully the perfect place for you to start enjoying Rachel's sexual adventures, seeing as this is a prequel to those I've previously published. To all of you who have followed her journey thus far, I hope you don't mind the break from Rachel's current situation, to learn more about her origins. I feel that by writing this I may be contradicting some of the things I've written about her previous experiences in past stories, but I hope you can look beyond these small discrepancies and enjoy this silly, fun and hopefully very sexy tale for what it is.
The following takes place shortly after Rachel's eighteenth birthday...
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"Oh god where is it?" Rachel was rummaging through her drawers looking for the paper part of her provisional driving license. "Ah ha! Found you!" She pulled it free from the mountain of clutter, or as she liked to call it, her organised chaos and waved it in the air triumphantly.
Her stomach had been in knots all morning. Not because she feared the test so much, deep down Rachel was quietly confident she could pass. It was more that she was nervously excited about just how awesome her summer could potentially turn out be, if she had the freedom to drive wherever she wanted, whenever she wanted.
So when it came down to picking out an outfit to wear, she figured it wouldn't hurt to try and load the deck in her favour as much as possible. Rachel had long since passed through her awkward teenage phase, where at times she was embarrassed about the unwanted attention her buxom physique seemed to draw. Nowadays she quite enjoyed the variety of reactions her stunning looks had on most men. It made her feel good, being able turn so many heads whenever she walked down the street.
She got dressed and checked herself out in her mirror, knowing full well how hot she looked. Rachel was banking on being assigned a male instructor. Hopefully then her outfit might be enough of a distraction for him overlook any minor mistakes she might happen to make. There was still one barrier to overcome however...
As predicted her mum spoke right on cue the moment Rachel descended the stairs. "You can't wear that honey! Go and change."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "We haven't got time mum. Come on lets go."
"But sweetheart your bust is showing."
Rachel was wearing a bright pink, spaghetti strapped vest top, which had a very low neck line. It was true, her phenomenal cleavage was on display, there was no denying it. Her large natural 32FF breasts were supported by a black lace bra, the straps of which were also on show, arching across her tanned slender shoulders.
Now that she was used to them, her tits were probably Rachel's proudest feature. She liked to show them off whenever she could, much to her mother's dismay.
"It's the middle of summer mum! Shall I put on a sweater? Is that what you'd prefer? Do you want me to cook to death?"
"Oh stop being so dramatic honey. You could at least have chosen a longer skirt though. I've told you before, that one makes you look tarty."
"This is the 21
st
century mum, nobody says bust or tarty anymore." Her mum probably had a point this time though. She'd chosen to wear a very short denim skirt, which hugged her hips and barely covered her pert ass cheeks. Rachel loved how long and shapely it made her legs look though and today she was eager to gain any advantage she could.
"We haven't got time to argue mum or I'll miss my slot!"
Her mum didn't look pleased but she begrudgingly accepted that she was fighting a losing battle. With an exasperated sigh, she stepped aside. "Fine, let's get going then."
"It will be your turn to taxi me around after today. I'm looking forward to having my daughter chauffeuring me to places for a change." They got into her mums car and set off for the driving test centre.
"Calm down, I need to pass first! Did you pass first time mum?"
"Me? First time? Oh no, it took me five attempts." Rachel thought that that explained a few things, she was still a fairly horrendous driver, especially when it came to parking, unless the space was a mile wide. It was tough, but she managed to hold her tongue, knowing that her mum was already cross about her chosen outfit, it wasn't wise to annoy her any further.
"So don't be too discouraged if you fail sweetie. There will always be next time."
Rachel faked a smile. "I won't be." It wasn't entirely that simple though, she really did need to pass today, not next time or the time after that. There was a music festival this weekend and her friend's had already got it into their heads that she would be able to drive them all there.
Her parents had given her a shiny and new, red Fiat 500, for her 18
th
birthday. It was so pretty, but so far all it had been doing was sit on the driveway collecting bird poo for the past 2 months. Rachel would often sit in it and dream about all the cool places she was going to be able to visit once she had her license.
They pulled up to the centre ten minutes later. "Good luck honey." Rachel's mum leant over and kissed her daughter on the cheek. "I'm going to do some shopping in town, call me when you want picking up." She pulled her into an awkwardly long hug.
"All right mum, you can let go now."
"My baby's growing up so fast."
"I'm leaving now before you start crying. I'll be fine." Rachel took a deep breath to calm her nerves and opened the car door.
Inside the driving centre Dave Miller's head was beginning to droop at his desk. He'd had another rough night's sleep, unable to stop himself from thinking about his soon to be ex-wife and her new boy toy Carlo. He brushed aside the divorce papers which still lay unsigned in the top drawer of his desk and pulled out his next client's details. Before he even had a chance to read the paperwork, his eyes became heavy and he very nearly fell asleep in his seat.
